Despite the promise of a sixty-percent-off post-holiday sale, Ame hadn’t had a single customer. The fresh blanket of white snow probably had something to do with it—people were either enjoying the weather outside or determined to stay inside. What they most certainly were not doing was venturing downtown to buy fairy figurines, Tarot decks, or esoteric paperbacks at the metaphysical bookstore where Ame had a part-time job. She sighed as she watched the last rays of daylight bounce off the icicles hanging just outside the window. She was stuck there ‘til eight, customers or no customers. Ame left her post at the cash register to wander down the crystal aisle. As always, it brightened her mood. The stones spoke to her. She read their vibrations with ease. She could tell the difference between rose quartz and smoky quartz with her eyes closed. She recognized them as living entities, buzzing with energy—not just sedentary chunks of earth.
